Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Undone [The Double Men Rider's Club] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (17 page)

“We’ve got about two hours until we have to leave for dinner.” She stroked the edge of the comforter on her bed as she spoke. His brain supplied lots of vivid images about what would be possible in two hours.

“Whatever can we do to fill the time?”

“I can think of a couple of things.” Dell’s cock could think of quite a few more things. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Staring down at her face, Dell waited for her to tell him what she wanted to do. He was ready for absolutely anything.

She stared at him lovingly for a moment, but then her eyes glazed over as if a memory occupied her mind. “Did Zachary tell you about what we did this afternoon in the parking garage?” she asked in a soft and sensual tone of voice.

He cleared his throat and relived the few details Zachary had shared regarding their public tryst, his only regret being he hadn’t been there to see it himself. “Yes. But I’d love to hear all about it again from your perspective.”

“I have to say it was exhilarating. I never would have planned on doing it, but once we started I didn’t want to stop.”

“Good. Tell me more.” Dell’s cock thickened at the mere excitement in her voice as she described the sexy public encounter with Zachary. He pressed his hips into hers, and she reciprocated as she gave a more detailed account of the earlier sex. Dell pictured each and every moment easily as if he’d been there watching.

Tessa pushed out a shaky breath. “I trembled as I drove from the parking garage.” She suddenly lifted her face to stare at him. “You truly aren’t jealous?”

“Of course not. I only wish I’d been there to watch. Sounds like it was very exciting.”

“It was.” She grinned and leaned closer into his loose embrace. “Would you like to do something exciting right now?”

Dell pressed his rigid cock against her belly. “Yes. I would.” He wanted her any way he could have her. He’d love it if someone watched them have sex. However, Zachary had a late meeting that didn’t finish until a few minutes before the limo Tessa’s father sent was due to arrive.

If not, Zachary would have joined him here at Tessa’s house for further sexual pleasures.

Even if Zachary wasn’t here, perhaps they could imagine his presence. “Can we play pretend for a while?”

“Pretend? I don’t understand.”

Dell unbuttoned the shirt she wore slowly, button by button. When he got it open enough to caress her breasts, he asked, “Do you see your partially open closet door?” She turned her head toward the slatted white wooden double doors across the room. “What if someone was inside the closet watching us?” Dell brushed his thumb across her pert nipple through the lace of her bra.

Her pupils widened from his suggestion that some figment of his imagination watched them.

“Is that exciting to you? The idea that someone watched us?” Dell asked.

She nodded and kept her eyes focused on the closet door. Dell pulled her shirt off one shoulder, revealing the lacy shield of her bra. He slipped a finger beneath the strap and pulled it down until her breast showed.

“Imagine someone watching me suck your nipple.” He dipped his head down and grasped the pebbled bud between his lips. Her soft breathing increased with each second until she panted.

Dell released her nipple and walked her over to the cheval mirror beside the closet. He turned her toward the reflection, pressed his body to her back, and rested his chin on her shoulder. In the mirror they could both see him squeezing her nipple.

“Pretend someone is watching us from the closet, but now we can watch us, too.”

Tessa pushed out a long, shaky breath. The passion in her gaze was unmistakable. Dell slowly undressed her as they both watched. He quickly shed his own clothes, stopping only long enough to roll on a condom, until they both stood naked before the mirror. Tessa was in front of him, and he pressed against her lovely back.

He slid his hand slowly down her belly to the wet spot between her legs to tease her clit. His cock waited impatiently against the curve of her ass, wanting to fuck blindly, but he controlled his hunger. One hand stroked her clitoris and the other rubbed her nipples. First one, then the other.

“Now you play with them,” he whispered.

She shuddered, but her hands lifted to tease her own nipples as he stroked her clit.

He pushed his cock into the tight wedge of her ass cheeks. “Shall I fuck your pussy or your ass while we watch? Your choice.”

Her eyes drifted shut briefly before she whispered, “My ass.”

“As you wish.”

Dell reached between her legs and scooped some of the considerable cream from her pussy to slather on his cock. He got more and generously rubbed a liberal amount across and into her anus. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

“Bend over. Watch me thrust my cock into your exquisitely tight ass.”

Tessa moved as he requested and turned her head, watching in the mirror. He pushed the wide head of his cock past the first ring of muscles tightening her rear hole. Her eyes drifted shut but soon opened as he penetrated her deeper and deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight, it’s a wonder I don’t split you in two with my cock.” He pushed inside her body farther and stroked her clit. The sight in the mirror was decadent. “Don’t forget our watcher in the closet. He sees me shoving my cock inch by precious inch between your butt cheeks.”

Tessa squeezed her muscles, and his cock almost stopped moving forward, the pressure was so tight. Once he was fully seated, Dell pulled her upright again. Her fingers went back to squeezing her own nipples as he stroked her clit.

When he started moving his cock in and out of her ass, she cried out. “That feels so dark and naughty. I love it.”

“It is dark and naughty.” He sped up his strokes. “I love it, too. So does whoever is watching us from the closet.”

Dell felt her climax seconds before she screamed his name. He grabbed her hips and thrust harder and deeper inside her ass to completion. The incredible pressure wrenched his release from his lips. He buried his face at her neck and nibbled the space below her ear.

“Think the guy in the closet had as much fun as we did?” she asked a few moments later when her heavy breathing slowed.

Dell laughed out loud. “I’m not sure, but thanks for playing my game.”

“So…is that something that might happen in the future?”

“What?” He suspected he knew exactly what she was asking but wanted to make sure.

“Would you ever let someone watch the three of us have sex?”

“Yes. If you allowed it.”

“Would I know they were there?”

“Possibly. There are different scenarios to consider. For example, would you ever consider a public sexual performance between the three of us?”

“Public?” She stiffened in his arms. “Do you mean like outside on the street where any stranger and his brother could see us?”

“Yes, that would be one example. Or perhaps we’d get on a stage in a private club and make love while others watched us pleasure each other.” He brushed a tender kiss on her shoulder and stared at her in the mirror. Her uncertainty didn’t change his feelings. The fact that she’d brought it up gave him hope that in time she might consider it.

“I’m not sure if I could do this on a street or a stage. Does that upset you?”

“Of course not. I just reserve the right to try to talk you into it if only for one time.”

“You’d have to spring it on me like a surprise or I’d worry too much before it happened.”

She didn’t comment further and seemed to pretend he’d never asked as they showered, made love one more time, and finally got ready for their evening. Perhaps he shouldn’t have even asked. Zachary would kick his ass if he screwed things up.

On the way out the door to the hotel, she said out of the blue, “I’ll never say never regarding any sexual positions or different ideas, but I hope you’ll understand if I decline being a part of a public sex show. I don’t even like to get up in front of people to speak.”

“I understand.” He wished she’d reconsider but hoped that in time she might change her mind. “We wouldn’t ever require you to do anything that made you unhappy.”

“Good. Okay.” She didn’t bring it up again, but Dell wondered if simply planting the seed of possibility might work to his favor one day.

She would think about being a part of a public sex show and perhaps in the future she’d be curious enough to want try it out.

If only one time.

Or perhaps they’d just surprise her.

Later on at the hotel, Dell put a hand on Tessa’s waist and guided her to where the limo was supposed to pick them up. Breeze ruffled the scalloped edge of the canvas canopy right outside the hotel’s front door. The curb beyond was littered with cabs either trying to get in and drop guests off or waiting for more fares coming out.

Zachary kept a polite distance from them to assure anyone looking that they weren’t a threesome. Someday they’d live together in a quiet place far from prying and disapproving eyes and that wouldn’t be a concern. He was encouraged by the conversation they’d had earlier as he’d made love to her in her big, soft bed. She was willing to consider a move to
Wyoming
.

Even if it meant leaving her cherished home.

Zachary had been uncharacteristically withdrawn since they’d met in front of the hotel. They hadn’t had a chance to talk privately, but Dell sensed that he had a concern. After dinner they could iron out whatever he worried about. For now they needed to present a united front to Tessa’s father and hopefully gain his respect as a suitor.

Tessa’s car was safely parked with the valet service, and after dinner tonight, she planned to spend the weekend with them in sensual abandon before they returned to Wyoming. Dell couldn’t wait to show her their ranch holdings, land, and home as she’d so lovingly taken him through her own house earlier today.

Tonight, they’d tell her that they loved her.

An ostentatious black stretch limo pulled up to the curb beneath the canopy of the hotel’s front entrance. Tessa marched forward somberly and with decided deliberation as if to her own execution.

Dell squeezed her waist. “Relax. It will work out. You’ll see. I’m quite a catch where I come from. Maybe he’ll be impressed with my credentials.”

She smiled. “Are you? Well, let’s be sure and tell my father. Status is important to him. He won’t want just
anyone
to marry into the family.”

“You want to marry me?” Dell blurted out. He grinned at the possibility of making her his wife.

She shrugged, but the sweet smile on her face told him she had considered it. He already knew he wanted her to be his wife, and he knew that Zachary felt exactly the same way. He could already picture the private ceremony with the three of them promising to love each other forever and always.

Before Dell left
Colorado
, he planned to put a ring on her finger. A permanent arrangement between the three of them seemed a certainty now.

* * * *

Tessa watched as the sleek limo rounded the curve of the hotel’s drive and stopped before them as if it knew they were boarding. Perhaps it did. Had her father researched them, photo ID’d them, and come prepared to talk her out of a future with two relative strangers from Wyoming? She hoped not.

The chauffer exited the driver’s door, came around the front, but paused before he opened the rear door for them to enter. Tessa sent a questioning look to the chauffer, who sent his gaze across the shiny black surface of the limo. The door on the far side of the vehicle opened suddenly and an all-too-familiar head appeared above the black roof.

“What are you doing here?” A foolish question since her father owned the monstrosity and could certainly ride in it if he wanted to. But she thought they were being delivered to his equally monstrous house.

Her father rounded the back of the limousine and extended his hand to Dell. “Hello, I’m Mickey Calloway, Tessa’s father. Good to meet you.”

“Dell Harper. Thanks for the invitation to dinner.” He moved his hand from Tessa’s hip and shook her father’s hand.

“Sure thing. I wanted to get to know Tessa’s new mystery man. I only know you’re on vacation from
Wyoming
attending a conference of some sort. Do you have property there?”

“Dad,” Tessa interrupted before he could start the grilling process, “you remember Zachary from Mr. Blair’s office, don’t you?”

He turned and stuck out his hand to Zachary. “Yes. Of course. Glad you could join us.”

“Thanks.”

Her father then dismissed Zachary as if he was the hired help and only invited for a meal to round out a lopsided dinner party.

“Are we going back to the house?” Tessa asked cautiously.

Her father gave her one of those smiles like he had deliberately unnerved her and enjoyed her surprise. “No. There’s a slight change of plans. I’ve decided to take your friends out to dinner at one of my restaurants. Show them a little of what your life is like.”

She pushed out a frustrated sigh and was about to correct his purposeful, misguided idea about her life, but Dell’s hand slid around her waist again. “That would be great. I’d love to see one of your establishments.”